Telling Masks

A huddle of masks

Though not too close for comfort.

Three of onyx black

Matching each’s suit and tie.

Simple affairs for

Unmistakable solemnity.

Then to the right,

One of shimmer-red with black gems

Lining where the arched brows should be.

Above pouting lips

Outlined and painted of fire.

Her heat makes the black masks

Slip from sweat.

Next, an over-the-top purple

Housing cascading ostrich feathers

On its east end.

The bottoms diamond-lined

To accent high cheekbones,

Which may or may not be present.

A singular peacock feather’s

eye staring the other masks down,

making its prestige known.

Moving on to the adorned white satin,

Cleanly sheered and applied

To the mystery eyes.

The smooth texture matches

Exposed lower-half skin,

As do the untampered whites.

Bare lips slightly upturned.

genuine and chic.

Last but not least,

Or perhaps it is so,

A shocking bubble-gum pink,

Fit for a dolly princess

and a condescending aww,

covered with strewn-about glitter

as if the flecks had been unsure

how to properly arrange themselves.

The sticky matching lips

Press together hard

Unmoving (except for a nervous quiver),

Yet telling all.

The adjacent black mask recoils

From what he hears.

Her perforated heart is apparent

And one tug would sever

Its messy arrangement.

It is unfit for present company

As she knew she would be.

But the masks, she thought,

What about the masks.

 

 

Reviews

[cookie monster love <33]

i like it....i think....i am a very unsure person